8. Eden

8

EDEN

E very inch of her skin was hot, in the wake of Genevieve’s touch. Eden could barely believe this was happening. She didn’t know what she’d been hoping for when she’d tentatively knocked on her director’s door this morning, but this certainly hadn’t been on the bingo card.

“Lock the door.” Genevieve’s command came out husky with unbridled desire as she grazed her teeth over Eden’s earlobe.

Well fuck!

Eden turned quickly to obey, grateful for the opportunity to breathe for a few seconds, away from the intoxicating pull of Genevieve’s hands. She had asked for this – had practically begged – and now it was happening. Eden’s brain was lost in a fog of lust and anticipation. Her fingers trembled as they fumbled with the lock.

Taking a deep breath in through her nose and releasing it slowly through her mouth, like she’d done so many times before walking onto a stage, Eden turned back to find Genevieve patiently leaning against her desk. Her gaze roved over the actress’s bare legs in shameless perusal.

Thank goodness I thought to shave this morning.

“Come here,” Genevieve murmured, rising from where she was perched and holding out an inviting hand. When Eden walked back into her reach, heart pounding in her throat, Genevieve grasped her and spun them both until Eden felt the smooth wood of the desk against the backs of her legs.

“Sit.”

Every bold instruction shot straight to the throbbing ache between Eden’s thighs. She was only too eager to comply, desperate to let her mind go blank, and to surrender completely to her director’s lead. Easing slowly back onto the desk, Eden let her knees spread ever so slightly. Silent permission for Genevieve to take whatever she wanted from her.

“Are you sure you want this?” Genevieve’s eyes bore into Eden’s with an intensity that had the actress forgetting to breathe. She swallowed – part nervous gulp, part automatic reaction to the primal urge to drool. Not trusting her voice not to quaver, Eden simply nodded her confirmation.

Genevieve’s answering smirk must have been plucked straight from the ultimate playbook for seduction. Eden couldn’t tear her eyes away from the quirk of those tempting lips, or the dark promises she read in that expression.

“Good . . .” Genevieve almost purred, skimming her knuckles along Eden’s jaw before tangling her fingers in her hair. Eden couldn’t help but gasp when Genevieve tightened her fist in her hair and pulled her head back sharply. “Because the things I want to do to you, the things I’ve been imagining since I tasted your lips . . . some might call depraved.”

Eden’s eyelids fluttered closed as Genevieve began to lave her tongue over her exposed throat, all the while the hand that was not clasped in her hair was steadily making its way higher up Eden’s bare thigh.

“Well, I didn’t exactly come here for boring,” Eden answered a little breathlessly, feigning a boldness she didn’t quite feel, but was fully committed to. She hooked a finger through one of Genevieve’s belt loops and pulled her hips closer.

Genevieve huffed a quiet chuckle into the column of Eden’s neck as her other hand finally slipped beneath Eden’s dress, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Eden’s breath hitched as those nimble fingers reached the place where she craved them the most, stroking teasingly over her cotton underwear. The thin fabric did little to dull the sensation. Each nerve in Eden’s entire body was alight, and attuned to her director’s every move and command.

“So wet for me already. I’ve barely touched you,” Genevieve murmured approvingly. “Eyes on me, Eden. I want your full attention.”

Eden’s eyes snapped back open, focusing immediately on Genevieve’s blistering gaze. She whimpered a little, beyond caring how desperate she sounded, as she rocked her hips into Genevieve’s taunting touch. “Please,” she whispered, not needing any more words to explain exactly what it was she was begging for.

With another low chuckle, Genevieve mercifully obliged, slipping her fingers beneath the damp cotton and dragging them through Eden’s slick folds. Eden let slip a wanton moan at the direct contact, her eyes rolling back into her head as Genevieve began to explore this new territory with deliberate, maddening slowness.

“I won’t tell you again, Eden. Eyes. On. Me.” Genevieve punctuated her words with a few quick slaps on Eden’s pussy before going back to circling her clit with just enough pressure to drive her wild. Eden’s answering keen was almost feral as she spread her legs wider still, nearly lifting herself off the desk as she chased those expert fingers, her own hands white knuckling the edge. Genevieve’s assertive dominance coupled with her torturously controlled attention on Eden’s clit was driving the young actress to heights she’d never reached before. Heights that promised a new level of climax when she finally tipped over the edge.

But just as Eden felt herself approaching the precipice, Genevieve withdrew her hand. Eden couldn't suppress a whine of disappointment, though one look at the director’s knowing smirk told her they weren’t anywhere close to finished.

"Turn around," Genevieve ordered her, quickly nipping at her bottom lip. "Bend over the desk."

Eden's breath was now coming in heavy pants as she complied, positioning herself with her forearms braced on the paper-strewn surface and her ass in the air. She felt utterly, sinfully exposed as Genevieve pushed the hem of her dress up over her hips, but the vulnerability only heightened her arousal. Genevieve traced her fingertips over the newly exposed skin, squeezing appreciatively before sliding down to spread Eden’s cheeks.

"Such a pretty little asshole," Genevieve mused, her thumb brushing daringly over the puckered entrance. Eden shivered at the unexpected touch, equal parts nervous and thrilled. "I think we'll have some fun here."

Before Eden could fully process the implication, Genevieve's fingers were back at her pussy, gathering her abundant wetness. She gasped as two fingers plunged inside her, curling expertly to stroke that perfect spot.

"Oh god," Eden moaned, her hips instinctively pushing back to take them deeper.

"That's it," Genevieve encouraged, her free hand palming Eden's ass. "Just relax and feel."

Eden did as she was told, surrendering completely to the sensations coursing through her body. She was so lost in the pleasure that she barely registered the gentle pressure of another one of Genevieve's slick fingers against her anus until it breached that tight ring of muscle.

“Oh, god!" Eden hissed, her body tensing momentarily at the foreign intrusion.

"Shh," Genevieve soothed, stilling her movements. "Just breathe. I know you can take it for me."

Eden sucked in a shaky breath, willing herself to relax. As the initial discomfort faded, she soon found herself pushing back, silently curious for more. Genevieve willingly obliged, working her finger deeper as the other fingers continued their relentless assault on Eden's pussy.

"That's a good girl," Genevieve praised, each delicious word stoking the molten warmth coiling in Eden’s lower belly. "Look at you taking it so beautifully for me."

She was vaguely aware that she was sprawled across Genevieve's paperwork, probably ruining important notes with her clammy hands and occasionally clenching fingers, but she couldn't bring herself to care. All that mattered was this exquisite pleasure Genevieve was drawing from her body.

A sudden knock at the door startled them both. Eden froze, panic momentarily overriding her lust-addled brain and stilling her grinding hips.

"I'm busy!" Genevieve barked, every inch the formidable director, not missing a beat as she continued to pump her fingers in and out of Eden at a steadily quickening pace. "Come back later!"

There was a muffled apology from the other side of the door, followed by hurriedly retreating footsteps. Eden's heart pounded against her ribs, ice-cold adrenaline coursing through her veins at their near discovery. But the thrill of their secret tryst only served to heighten her arousal, and she found herself writhing back against Genevieve's hand with renewed fervour.

"You liked that, didn't you?" Genevieve teased, her voice low and knowing. "The danger of getting caught. Such a naughty girl."

Eden could only whimper in response, too far gone to form a coherent sentence. Genevieve seemed to sense she was just seconds from falling apart. Crowding closer to her body, she reached round with her free hand and resumed those hypnotic circles on Eden’s clit.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," Eden chanted under her breath, her legs quivering helplessly as Genevieve set a punishing pace.

"That's it, baby," Genevieve encouraged, her nose skimming the sensitive skin beneath Eden’s ear. "Let go for me. I want to feel it."

It was as if Genevieve's words were the key to throwing Eden straight over the edge. With a desperate moan that she tried to hold in by biting her lip hard enough to sting, Eden came, her entire body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over her again and again. Genevieve worked her through it, gradually slowing her movements as Eden's tremors subsided.

As the fog of pleasure began to clear, Eden became acutely aware of the mess she'd made of Genevieve's desk. She flushed with embarrassment, hurriedly trying to smooth the crumpled papers, but Genevieve just chuckled, withdrawing her fingers and pulling Eden’s dress back down to her trembling thighs.

"Delicious," she hummed when Eden turned back round to find her sucking her glistening fingers into her mouth. "You should taste yourself."

Genevieve reached up to swipe her thumb over Eden’s swollen lip before pulling her in for a hungry kiss, letting her taste her own arousal in the swirl of her director’s tongue. When they finally broke apart, both breathless, Eden's hands were already working at the fastening of Genevieve's trousers.

Genevieve caught Eden's wrists, stilling her movements. "We don't have time," she said, though Eden could see the conflicted desire in her eyes. "Rehearsals start soon."

"Please," Eden pressed. "I want to make you feel good too."

Genevieve hesitated, clearly torn between chasing her own satisfaction or resuming her role as a stern professional. Eden seized the opportunity, pulling Genevieve’s hand and rounding the desk.

"Let me try and make you feel even half what you just did to me," Eden pleaded, her fingers resuming their probing at Genevieve’s waistband as she sank slowly to her knees.

With a groan of surrender, Genevieve relinquished and settled into her chair. "You look too tempting on your knees for me," she conceded. "But make it fast."

Eden didn't need to be told twice. She made quick work of Genevieve's trousers and underwear, helping her shimmy them down to her ankles. The scent of Genevieve's arousal hit her like a drug, making her mouth water with anticipation.

"God, you're beautiful," Eden breathed, stroking her fingers over the carefully cropped curls above Genevieve’s glistening vulva.

"Less admiring, more feasting," Genevieve growled, tangling her fingers in Eden's hair again and guiding her face to where she needed it most.

Eden dove in eagerly, her tongue parting Genevieve's lips and lapping at her entrance. She moaned at the taste, sweet and tangy and utterly addictive. The director’s hips immediately began to buck against her face, urging her on.

Determined to make the most of their limited time, Eden focused her attention on Genevieve's clit, alternating between broad strokes and quick flicks of her tongue. She could feel Genevieve's thighs trembling on either side of her head. Could hear the barely restrained sounds of pleasure above her.

"Fuck, Eden," Genevieve gasped, her grip on Eden's hair tightening almost painfully. "Just like that. Don't stop."

Eden redoubled her efforts, sucking Genevieve's clit into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it. She brought one hand up, easily sliding two fingers into Genevieve's soaking pussy and curling them back again and again.

The combination proved too much for Genevieve. With a low groan, she shattered, her body arching off the chair as she ground herself against Eden's face. Eden lapped at her eagerly, drawing out every last pulse until Genevieve pushed her away.

For a moment, they stayed frozen in tableau – Genevieve slumped in her chair, panting, while Eden knelt between her legs, chin glistening with evidence of Genevieve's pleasure. Eden couldn’t help but bask in her dominant director’s satisfied gaze as she looked down at her.

I could get used to this.

She hurriedly banished the thought with a slight shake of her head, worried that if she stayed that way too long, Genevieve might see the yearning in her eyes. No one had ever given Eden mind-blowing pleasure like that before. No one had ever brought her to such a blissful plain of surrendering completely and just feeling.

Unfolding herself from her submissive position, Eden cleared her throat and retrieved her panties from where they'd been discarded on the floor, grimacing slightly at the dampness as she pulled them on. Genevieve, meanwhile, was frantically smoothing her hair and attempting to straighten her rumpled shirt as she tucked it back into her suit trousers.

"Well," Genevieve said, her voice still a bit shaky. "That was . . ."

"Amazing," Eden finished for her, unable to keep the grin off her face.

Genevieve's lips quirked in a small, satisfied smile. "Yes, I suppose it was," she agreed. She looked at Eden for a long moment, something unreadable in her eyes. Then she nodded, seemingly gathering her thoughts and landing back in reality. "Right. Well, we should get to rehearsal. You go first, I'll follow in a few minutes."

Eden collected her things before pausing at the door to look back for just a moment. The director was already buried in her paperwork, the picture of professionalism, except for the slight flush still colouring her cheeks.

As Eden slipped out of the office and made her way to the rehearsal space, her mind whirled with the events of the past hour. Chewing on her lip as if she were trying to bite back the urge to tell everyone in the building what just happened, Eden pushed open the doors to the crowded room, certain this was just the beginning.